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This time, it's Rial's turn to call Plourr. And he's smiling quietly as he does so, because this means that she'll be back.

Soon.

"Plourr?"

Date: 2006-08-19 03:50 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - bzuh frown)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Of course Plourr's comm unit starts beeping loudly right when she's got her head underneath her X-wing's console.

And so it is a disheveled, swearing princess who slaps the unit on, sitting up in the pilot's couch. "No good kriffing son of a Sith fucking harlot--" And here she lapses into guttural Huttese, cussing out the console. It's only a second or two, though, because she snaps back to Basic and says, "Hi," rubbing the back of her head.

Date: 2006-08-19 04:13 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - two-faced)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"No," she says, looking at her hand a moment to be sure there's no sign of blood, "no, it's good. It'd just be better if the console was set a little higher, or if I'd been leaning under it a little lower."

Date: 2006-08-19 04:23 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - eyeing)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"News?" She settles back in the couch, propping first one boot up on the offending console, then the other. She leans over the edge of the cockpit a moment, looking down to see that the hangar bay is deserted apart from her (which isn't surprising, given the time of night). She sits up straight again, nudging the comm unit with her foot to adjust its position. "What kind?"

Date: 2006-08-19 04:33 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - bzuh frown)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Her mouth falls open. "The diplomatic summit? The one we campaigned f-- we got it?"

Date: 2006-08-19 04:43 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - smile)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"Son of a bitch," she says, but she's grinning from ear-to-ear.

Date: 2006-08-19 04:49 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - serious)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"Shut up, it's an expression," she says distractedly.

"We really got it? You're not just kriffing with me?"

Date: 2006-08-19 04:57 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (bald - eyes dark)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Some of the delight slips from her face.

"I'm not a child, Rial."

Date: 2006-08-19 05:15 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - learn to fly)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
That's real convincing. "Yeah."

Moving on.

"But it's official?"

Date: 2006-08-19 05:21 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (long - grrrr)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"Yeah," she says. "When is this set for; a few weeks from now, right?"

Date: 2006-08-19 05:34 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - quiet)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Maybe it's good that he'd looked away, because there's a very real flash of hurt across her face.

She doesn't say anything. She just snaps the unit off.

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